Cute little pizzas

We went to the store and got lots of tortillas (or would that be tortillae?) and some pizza sauce, various cheeses, onions, green peppers, mushrooms, pepperoni and sausage. After digging out a pizza pan and my mother’s pizza stone, we went to town in the kitchen.

We experimented and there was not a failure in the bunch – including the one Der Bingle made with hot pepper cheese, thinking it was mozzarella.

But something in one of the pizzas I ate was the kind of spicy that instigates a riot in the digestive tract, so I am staying close to the bathroom. Very close. Not that you needed to know this, but I seem to be typing it.

I am reminded of a short blurb in The Reader’s Digest from long ago. Two American tourists were sitting on a bench in Egypt, gazing at the Pyramids and one asked the other of what he was thinking. The reply was, “I was wondering when my next diarrhea attack will come.”

Looking back over time, I believe my stomach is stoic (not counting motion sickness); it’s the lower part that will suddenly scream, “AmeliaJake, pay attention to me NOW.”

Were I to become a superhero, that’s the first thing they would have to fix before they could start working on flying or strength or x-ray vision. As of now, I am sitting on a virtual tourist bench hoping those cute little pizzas don’t become an acute problem.

Random pictures

From a day of mowing. Pulling in the back, past the downward driveway, almost to the deck (half of which was crushed in the Great Willow Tree Fall of 2010. My grandpa’s mailbox recycled by Mother. Below: I wanted to get a shot of Shane’s face peeking out from the shady bushes on this hot day, but when I paused the mower to steady the camera, out he came. Do you remember the naissant flowers of last’s week’s mowing? Well, with one more week of sunshine, here they are.
And here is a trumpet vine flower in the breeze. Oh, rats. Loading it from my Mac takes too long, so here is a youtubed translation.

A head cold

I am hitting the Alka Seltzer Orange Zest (or Zesty Orange) for colds. Also using the nasal inhalers by Vicks – the kind that stick in your nostril and look like a tiny walrus tusk. Indelicate topic, I know but especially fitting if you happen to be using TWO inhalers at the same time. Such usage is not listed in the directions, but one gets desperate, dontcha know?

Der Bingle is back from San Diego and he brought me a shirt from the Cafe Coyote. I should lay it out and take a picture but the cold  – achy muscles, pressing sinuses, ear pressure. One of the men in his party order a Marguerite Grande and Der Bingle reported it was the size of a dinner plate: “It looked like a birdbath – something in which you could go face down and drown.”

It was also blue. I don’t know if it had a special name – My Blue Heaven? –  or not. Fortunately, this fellow was not the designated driver.

Oh . . . I sneezed on my computer screen. And again. So tempted to make a virus pun but am not going to tempt fate. Off to grab kleenex.